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When the Divine Are Dead

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“I often thought of my dad as the man who worked so hard he was seldom home excepting nights and some weekends. Now I think of him as the man who taught me via example that hard work is how one obtains knowledge, confidence, dependability, accomplishment, self-reliance, and prosperity. Thank you for the life lesson, Dad.”

“No hay nada que pueda sanar el perder a alguien querido, todos debemos seguir adelante cargando con las heridas de nuestros corazones. Pero con el pasar del tiempo… poco a poco se irán acumulando momentos que no serán recuerdos de aquellas personas. Una hora, un día, una semana, un mes… cuando te des cuenta estarás sonriendo y hablando con normalidad.”

“No matter how many procedures or work you get done, it'll never be itself again. It will go on working for a while until something else arises, then it's back to square one. You hate it because you know and fear that anything could go wrong, but a body is like a car. You want to scream because the pain is unbearable. You need this car. You need this body. But a body is like a car, so you will soon have to say goodbye to the laughter and smiles that came with the memories. A body is like a car. Someday will be the final goodbye, but you wish that it was not today.”

“Of course that was just one of her many strange little habits and quirks: she put onion flakes on breakfast cereal and poured bearnaise sauce on popcorn, and if you yawned when she was next to you, she would lean forward and stick a finger in your mouth, just to see if she could pull it out again before you closed your mouth. Sometimes she put cornflakes in Jim's shoes, sometimes little bits of boiled egg and anchovies in Jack's pockets, and the looks on their face when they realized seemed to amuse her more and more each time she did it. That's the kind of thing you miss. That she used to do this, that she used to do that. She *was,* she *is.*”

“Perhaps you are repulsed by me. Well, perhaps you are the one with the problem, not I. Perhaps you are the repulsive one. Perhaps you have never cared enough about anything in your life to weep at its loss. If that is the case, it is I who pity you. You will go through your brutish existence experiencing the small pleasures of taking things that are not yours, going places you are not welcome, sticking your elbow into the legally purchased space of another. Then you will die. Congratulations: That is your life. I hope you are happy with it. I hope you don’t regret, on your deathbed, that you never felt love, or joy, or loss. Yes, loss. There is a profound sweet melancholy in the experience of loss. It is the most delectable and pungent spice on the spice rack of life. Too bad you won’t taste it, buddy. I guess it doesn’t go with burgers and beer.”

“In order to get “good” at grief, you have to practice grieving over and over again. This does not mean being constantly sad, but actively engaging with grief each time it appears, instead of avoiding it or pushing it away. It can be frustrating at first, because most of us are not explicitly taught how to grieve, but gradually, we can learn to remain upright in the face of our grief and become “good” at dealing with it.”